Okay, I'll admit it...
I don't have an ounce,
not a gram,
not a milli-anything...
of fashion sense.
As someone who wears
a pink gabardine duster
around the house,
I'm well aware of
my non-existent status
as a fashionista...
I have trouble with
the whole "package"
my lack of fashion sense goes waaaay back,
my mother's fault actually...
because she did have the whole "package"
she just forgot to pass it down to me...
and here's proof:
mom....1963...giving Jackie Kennedy a run for her money
me...1983...giving anyone within a 5 mile radius a reason to run
yes that is a trash bag I have on...don't bother to ask,
but I will say this...
I was NOT THE ONLY ONE
in the room who looked like that...
no names will be revealed
to protect the innocent
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